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Corner Song Lyrics

Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Album: Future Development

[Chorus]We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crewWe 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brewWe 'bout to roll to the corner and get some swishers tooSo we can role a fat blunt and get perfedAnother fine day in this land I liveOakland we're they don't give a shit and that's itYou know I'm sellin' they can split the profit 50 50With this other brother who went in half with meNow, first before we burst the moveWe gotta sooth our nerves with the liquorThen we don't bickerWe'll be relaxed ask your mamaThis shit is like a war zoneStreets is hot like the BahamasBut we will stay away from the dramaI'm wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llamaThen we had to pause like a commaCause someone got stuck and buck and family was outside with tramaWe heard the shots from inside and went there when the gats go offI hit the deckin' highAnd a popo said they got their own time they lieBut you gotta give them credit they tryI see a mother cry and I'm wondering whyAnd my man said fuck it aint nothin' we can doBut to continue our mission down the block for the brewAnd we out (yeah, yeah)[Chorus 2x]On our way we 'bout half way thereChildren runnin' everywhere like they just don't careThe Muslim Bakery is like right betweenAnd if I pass by with beer they will look at me meanSo I ducks in and gets my Final Call nowCause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proudThe ambulances signals and glancesSo let's hurry up and take no chancesNiggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answersIn front of the store trying to work that slide aheadThe pant handlers they got no amateursDaily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come upAnd sums up life along with the kids and a wifeBut anywayWe pass the local grocery storeAnd you can be sure the meats and the products aint good no moreSome of it is from days beforeI want it fresh and the clerk ain't my race so he stressThey doin' me in my communityFuck it, we thereAint enough for a 6 pack so we had to shareA nice little strole through the April spring airWe hide on shit so the nation don't see it there[Chorus 2x]